Mary had a little identity crisis
Worm memories
I will spend the rest of the year trying and failing to be Mary Oliver.
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Home is where the soup is
Off the Beat
Our traditions would be the same no matter where we lived, how old I was or if I had my own bed.I look forward to furthering traditions on my visits home.
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Kind of Blue
Kind of chaos
Perhaps the truth is, that for once in my life, there isn’t any chaos lurking behind the projector — it’s just me making shadow puppets with my hands.
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Negotiating Didion
Kind of chaos
You can see why Joan Didion is so well known for her nonfiction. She takes a political event and transforms it, dresses it up, takes it out to lunch and then deconstructs it.
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Now that everything is less insane
It wasn’t until recently that I started reading what people have to say about Sleep Well Beast, including the band itself. To be frank, other interpretations couldn’t have mattered less to me at the beginning of my fixation.
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Our song
Kind of chaos
There is a tune that I would have described as “our song” while we were together, but it is entirely inappropriate for a wedding.
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Tenseless, untenable
Kind of chaos
Admitting that I want to be a writer frightens me because it feels as though I would have to relinquish my own temporality.
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La vie en Lizzo
Kind of chaos
The year 2016 was supposed to be one of infinite promise. I turned 19 harboring the secret belief that it was an auspicious age.
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Small-town blues
Kind of chaos
But the true chaos of hyperrealist art is that it takes reality and makes it excruciatingly real, moving it intimately closer to the eye.
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Rogues and riddles
Somewhere in between analyzing every villain’s batshit plots to kill Batman and concluding that The Penguin sucked, we became best friends.
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